Bye Bye

Freedom smells like Parisian asphalt and duty-free perfume. The phone rings, but let it ring - my hands are busy with the wind and a shopping bag that says je m’en fous. Sometimes love suffocates more than a tight scarf around your neck, and the only way to breathe is to go for a walk without explanation. Not because you want to run away, but because you want to be.

The shop windows sparkle, heels tap out a rhythm of independence, and the heart... the heart behaves like a tourist: everything seems familiar, but it still clicks away with the camera. A little boldness, a little drama, and a ton of air between words. Love stays somewhere behind - along with the messages that were never answered.